It’s in your head
the endless thrum
So many dead
and more to come
Jobs have left
and jobs returned
The poor look up
entreaties spurned
Stuff in the street
from jobless folks
To make an omelet
you break some yolks
The beat goes on
there is no end
Hope flees the scene
and madness trends
We blame each other
and people dance
To see the split
between our brothers
So turn it off
and lift your head
Work for the good
and mourn the dead
Pick up the pieces
and heal yourself
Give in to your
much better self
Time to reach out
to the other side
We already know
too many died
Sweep up the ruins
without a fuss
Build it back
for all of us
